At the top of the pyramid is “The Master” who is essentially the CEO of the entire cult, who sits back and pulls the puppet strings.
Directly underneath is the entire alien race known as “the red ones.” Since they destroyed their own planet with their own greed, they live underground, beneath the surface of Earth. Feasting on human negativity, they live incredibly easy lives without any strife, full of advanced technology. Most of them spend their days sitting back and relaxing, getting high on human suffering.
Beneath them are The Master’s team who he has daily meetings with to ensure everyone is doing their job, keeping the people distracted, stressed out, sick, and unhappy. This team is disguised as a church, and consists of a mix of “red ones” and blood-thirsty human traitors. They perform all the “behind the scenes” work such as research, experiments, and black magic rituals. They are all brainwashed by The Master to obey all his commands.
Next we have the “red ones” who shapeshift to disguise themselves as humans, immersed in the human world. These are typically politicians, celebrities, and others with elite positions. But some of them are doctors and lawyers. Some of them even work at your local grocery store. They are either spies or here to carry out specific agendas.
And then we have the humans who are knowledgable about “the red ones” and will do anything to please them. In return, they are promised rewards such as money or fame in order to stay silent and do exactly as they are told. It’s a “sell your soul to the devil” type of deal.
Second to the bottom, we have the strong-minded and intuitively gifted humans, who have a feeling something deeply evil is going on in the world, but unsure of exactly what it is. In some ways their lives are easier, because they do not follow the rules or listen to authority. Yet in other ways their lives are much harder because they are the greatest threat to “the red ones.” They are spied on, tortured, and targeted the most out of anyone.
And finally, at the very bottom of the pyramid, are the clueless human beings. They live terrible lives full of pain, suffering, and ignorance. They only exist to sustain “the red ones” with their negative energy. They have absolutely no idea what’s going on.
“The strangest part is that this all sounds so familiar to me,” Alice commented after reading the article.
“I know it’s a lot to take in,” Quade said.
“I don’t even know where to go from here… Where do we even start? The cult? My mother? The press?”
“I’m not sure, all I know is that we have to do something.”
“Can we sleep on it?” Alice suggested, “is there enough time?”
“Sure,” Quade nodded, unable to come up with any other suggestion. “When you come home from work today, be extra submissive to your mother, so she’s not suspicious. Tonight, we will brainstorm what logical steps to take next. We’ll meet at the secret attic, six o’clock sharp, to discuss.”
Alice agreed. Quade figured she needed some time to process what she had just learned. He knew that a part of her did not believe what she saw. But he was confident that the more she thought about it, the more she could understand the truth.
Alice came home from work that day attempting to be as chill as possible. She politely greeted her mother, who was difficult to look at now, and hid in her bedroom until dinner.
During dinner, Alice was extra quiet, even more than usual. Her breathing was off. At times it felt like her throat was constricting. She kept impulsively checking her heartbeat.
“Alice, are you sick?” Her mother, Elizabeth, asked.
“Just a bit of a cold.”
“Perhaps you should take off work tomorrow and rest,” her father suggested.
“NO!” She bursted out as her eyes widened, “I mean, uh… that’s okay.” Her cheeks heated up.
Suddenly, a wave of queesiness came upon Alice.
“Excuse me,” she said as she ran to the bathroom with her hands over her mouth. Leaning over the toilet, she projectile vomited her guts out.
“Tell me I’m dreaming, tell me I’m losing my mind, tell me this isn’t real,” she whispered to herself, rocking back and forth in fetal position.
“Alice, is everything okay?” Elizabeth stood outside the door, shaking the doorknob which was locked.
Alice was so dizzy that the room felt like it was spinning. Her vision became blurrier and she couldn’t see straight.
After a deep breath, she opened the door to face her mother, and replied, “I told you, I’m fine, I’m just a little sick. I think I should go to bed early tonight.”
“Sure,” Elizabeth agreed, to Alice’s surprise. “Go lay down and I’ll bring you some ginger tea to settle your stomach.”
Alice did her best to hold in more vomit as her mother leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, getting hit with another intense wave of nausea. She couldn’t even look her mother in the eyes, feeling so disgusted by the secrets she kept.
Once her parents finally fell asleep, Alice laid in bed wide-eyed, her mind replaying everything she had learned. She never felt so terrified in her entire life. With the passing hours of the night, her hands became more shakey until her entire body was trembling uncontrollably.
She thought, I blew it. My mother knows. I was not calm tonight, whatsoever. There’s no way I’m falling asleep. I have to find Quade. We have to do something right now. This can’t wait.
Incredibly impatient and eager, Alice called Quade multiple times, but it kept going straight to voicemail. She thought about sneaking out and going over to his house, but she didn’t even know how to drive. She considered stealing her father’s car and praying for Jesus to take the wheel, but her parents would hear her. And so, she ran to the medicine cabinet and swallowed a handful of sleeping pills. All she had to do was make it through the night, and tomorrow morning would continue their fight.
“Love is patient,” the Bible says.
That means that love waits for as long as it takes. It fights through the pain of anticipation and eventually makes it all worthwhile. Love has no deadlines or timetable. Love is infinite with no end.
Love is not rash or impulsive. Love does not say “now or never.” Love says “take your time” because it has faith and trust. Love knows that you will always be there — not in an arrogant or assuming way, but in a hopeful way.
And so, if you love someone, you wait for them. When you lose patience, you lose love. We always seem to give up merely moments before we find what we’ve been searching for all along.
Love always, xoxo.